come on now --- galaxy

[Galaxy]

Galaxy remained motionless for a while, deep in thought. "A new leader? Hrmm." He pawed at the ground considering what Mumble just said. "I like that idea." He looked up. "I suppose we share the same train of thought." He leaned over and bit his robin again, chewing thoughtfully. The tom straightened up and regarded Mumble. "Tell me youngling, so who do you think should take those spots then? Clan cats?" He might be plotting with them, and using him as a pawn.

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Walk like you own the place    because you just might   Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble thought that he might be finally getting somewhere with Galaxy. That was something. He was very willing to replace the cats on top, but when he mentioned clan cats running Deathclan Mumble couldn't help but laugh a little. "Clan cats running Deathclan? How stupid to you think I am? Darkpool no. I was thinking maybe somebody already in Deathclan. One of us maybe or somebody who we see fit to run Deathclan. Never clan cats." Mumble lashed his tail. Even the thought of those cats running Deathclan just made his blood boil. "Do you want clan cats to run Deathclan?" Mumble asked with a smirk. What true Deathclan cat would actually want clan cats to run Deathclan? The clans were the one thing they all kind of hated or disliked in one form or another. To have them running everything would defeat the purpose.  [ notes ] haha mumble's trying to be snide ❤

[Galaxy]

Galaxy finished his robin, which was just a pile of bones now. He kicked them off to the side planning to disposed them later. He narrowed his eyes at Mumble. Was the youngling challenging him? "Of course I don't want those flea-pelts running the clan." he hissed, "If you think your not stupid, then I'm not stupid either." Clan cats. Running Deathclan. Just the thought if it made him shudder in disgust.

He still had his guard, but what Mumble said caught him. "One of us?"

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Walk like you own the place    because you just might   Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble shrugged. "It could be anybody we want, or we could vote somebody in. Wouldn't that be interesting." Mumble thought that somebody would be pretty interested in this. Having your pick of the metaphorical litter would be amazing. Nobody would deny that unless they were actually loyal to Drought, and not just Deathclan. Two completely different things. There were so many different outcomes when chosing a new leader. Kinder, stronger, meaner, faster. There were so many different types of cats to choose from that were within Deathclan. Who knew what might happen? [ notes ] nope ❤

[Galaxy]

Galaxy stared at him. "Well, who do you think should be the next leader?"

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Walk like you own the place    because you just might   Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO The question was something hard to answer. Mumble didn't know many cats within Deathclan. He knew a few, but they were all missing a bolt or two. He supposed if he had to chose he'd probably just call for a vote. That way all the cats would get a fair chance and the cat who everybody thought was best would actually be the leader, not just some random who couldn't do anything. "I don't know many cats in Deathclan. I'd have to meet them all first, assess their strengths and weaknesses. We need a good leader who knows how to fight and run Deathclan properly. What about you? Who would you chose?"   [ notes ] nope ❤

[Galaxy]

(Really I have no muse)
Galaxy tugged at the grass with his claws, tearing them up from the rich soil. He thought about the battle with the rats, where he had witnessed Drought, yes, Drought, be  kind to him. He suspected that kind of treatment couldn't be earned by only loyalty, since Galaxy wasn't treated like that. It's as if...Mumble's his son. He must be doing something very important to get that kind of trust and affection. 

He looked at the odd-eyed black cat. "Why should I tell you? I barely know you."

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Walk like you own the place    because you just might   Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble sighed. Maybe he wasn't doing as well as he had hoped. "I suppose you don't know me, but nor do I really know you. I thought we might be like minded so I shared my ideas with you, but perhaps I was wrong." Mumble tried to think of where he might have went wrong. Maybe it had been at the battle when Drought had tried to comfort him. That had been weird. Even though Mumble did like Drought it had been freaky.  [ notes ] this is late ❤